My Long Post
I should be asleep right now. Stupid my body. It knows it’s usually awake early (10 AM) so it won’t let me sleep past that time. But I really wish it would, what with my being up to 5:15 AM.
Yep, 5:15 AM. I never even came close to pulling all-nighters during my entire time in college, but now I’ve already done it twice. Sarah, Monica, Miguel and I decided to watch Joss Whedon’s Firefly series since the movie Serenity would be out soon. I do recall that I originally suggested watching the series, but I don’t know how we got the bright idea to try to watch all 13 episodes and 2-hour pilot in one sitting. When I asked the group, blame formed a round robin of accusing someone else and not excluding anyone.
6 PM to 5 AM. We got the job done, ate snacks constantly and even watched the gag reel. I’ll admit, I didn’t think we would make it. We are an impressive group of people.
In other recent news, I graduated. During the various picture opportunities my parents would whisper comments like “we’re so proud of you.” As is their way. Holly and Anna coming to the ceremony made the night fun. My parents took us to Olive Garden and what followed was more or less feasting.
I don’t feel different, being all graduated. After all, I do still have to finish up with study abroad. The one difference that I’ve discovered so far is that when I’m faced with a task that is more difficult than it should be, my dad will say, “You’re a college graduate. Surely you can figure it out.” I roll my eyes every time he says that.
As for the issue of grades, this semester has proven to be the most dramatic. I was shocked and disappointed to learn evil adfic professor man gave me a 2.5, thus ruining my GPA. I stared at the grade, trying to decide between trying to forget the dark mark on my record and moving on in life or fighting the grade. Searching deep within myself, I discovered that in my heart, I felt I truly deserved a better grade. So I sent a rather long but polite e-mail to evil professor man (I’m rather proud of the polite aspect-I’ve been known to enter crazy-mean land when I’ve been given grades higher than this one) requesting to know more about his grade calculation process. In the e-mail, I listed all my grades and efforts and used the syllabus to back up my claim of deserving higher than a 2.5.
I know, most of you are rolling your eyes at my obsessiveness, but I HATED that class and I still went to EVERY SINGLE meeting in the hopes of getting a decent grade.
Surprisingly, evil professor man replied the same night (I’d never gotten such treatment while in his class). He said he hadn’t recorded on of my story grades-the 3.5 and the pivotal component that made me feel I deserved better than the grade I received. He asked me to send him a version of the paper. I did better. I sent him a scanned version of the copy he’d graded. The one with all his little incomprehensible marks. The one with the “3.5” clearly written on the last page in his own handwriting. Take that evil professor man!
Any-hoo he replied saying it was his fault and he’d changed my grade, (to what? I don’t know) but it might take several weeks to show the change. Several weeks?!
P.S. Despite my courageous story of triumph, I recommend that all you MSU students avoid Professor Penn. I spent the entire semester viewing him as an infallible evil that occasionally said funny things. Although he has demonstrated that he is fallible, I still feel that his evil concentration level is high.
P.S.S Everyone who knows Holly should call her and say that they love her.
That is all.
Yep, 5:15 AM. I never even came close to pulling all-nighters during my entire time in college, but now I’ve already done it twice. Sarah, Monica, Miguel and I decided to watch Joss Whedon’s Firefly series since the movie Serenity would be out soon. I do recall that I originally suggested watching the series, but I don’t know how we got the bright idea to try to watch all 13 episodes and 2-hour pilot in one sitting. When I asked the group, blame formed a round robin of accusing someone else and not excluding anyone.
6 PM to 5 AM. We got the job done, ate snacks constantly and even watched the gag reel. I’ll admit, I didn’t think we would make it. We are an impressive group of people.
In other recent news, I graduated. During the various picture opportunities my parents would whisper comments like “we’re so proud of you.” As is their way. Holly and Anna coming to the ceremony made the night fun. My parents took us to Olive Garden and what followed was more or less feasting.
I don’t feel different, being all graduated. After all, I do still have to finish up with study abroad. The one difference that I’ve discovered so far is that when I’m faced with a task that is more difficult than it should be, my dad will say, “You’re a college graduate. Surely you can figure it out.” I roll my eyes every time he says that.
As for the issue of grades, this semester has proven to be the most dramatic. I was shocked and disappointed to learn evil adfic professor man gave me a 2.5, thus ruining my GPA. I stared at the grade, trying to decide between trying to forget the dark mark on my record and moving on in life or fighting the grade. Searching deep within myself, I discovered that in my heart, I felt I truly deserved a better grade. So I sent a rather long but polite e-mail to evil professor man (I’m rather proud of the polite aspect-I’ve been known to enter crazy-mean land when I’ve been given grades higher than this one) requesting to know more about his grade calculation process. In the e-mail, I listed all my grades and efforts and used the syllabus to back up my claim of deserving higher than a 2.5.
I know, most of you are rolling your eyes at my obsessiveness, but I HATED that class and I still went to EVERY SINGLE meeting in the hopes of getting a decent grade.
Surprisingly, evil professor man replied the same night (I’d never gotten such treatment while in his class). He said he hadn’t recorded on of my story grades-the 3.5 and the pivotal component that made me feel I deserved better than the grade I received. He asked me to send him a version of the paper. I did better. I sent him a scanned version of the copy he’d graded. The one with all his little incomprehensible marks. The one with the “3.5” clearly written on the last page in his own handwriting. Take that evil professor man!
Any-hoo he replied saying it was his fault and he’d changed my grade, (to what? I don’t know) but it might take several weeks to show the change. Several weeks?!
P.S. Despite my courageous story of triumph, I recommend that all you MSU students avoid Professor Penn. I spent the entire semester viewing him as an infallible evil that occasionally said funny things. Although he has demonstrated that he is fallible, I still feel that his evil concentration level is high.
P.S.S Everyone who knows Holly should call her and say that they love her.
That is all.
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home